Pain Killer Theater

Actor, Dancer Gregory Hines Dies at 57.

There seems to be theme with my recent attempts with women that this song sums up nicely:

Last week, I tossed out a little game. If you haven't read it, feel free to go back and give round one a go. Don't worry. I'll wait.

Done? Cool. Now for part two of the Lottery Game. I can't say that a single one of my LJ friends is a boring, run-of-the-mill, off-the-rack sort of person. We all have very interesting tastes, hobbies, manias, and obsessions. None of us are likely to remain in our current jobs after hitting a huge Powerball. Nor would we live in a cookie cutter home, regardless of the price range. You, gentle reader, have hit the Powerball, as described in part one. Now you have ten million dollars set aside for a new home. What sort of Extreme Home would you have built for your primary residence? This is the home you will spend the most time in. Where would you put it? What amenities would you insist upon? What would the outside look like? The inside?

I don't know what possessed me Monday night. In a moment of sheer stupidity, I decided to clean the accumulated dust off the fan I use in my bedroom just before sleepytime. This sent a shower of allergens into the air while I was snoozing. As you can imagine, I've been in sad shape for the last two days. My right eye is swollen and itchy. It will water at random intervals, making it diffucult to see straight. My nose is in open revolt and is sending propoganda to my lungs to join the struggle.

I should have known better. At least when I use a vacuum cleaner to deal with the fan dust I only have to suffer for a day.

Currently working on somewhat of a secret project. It involves organizational skills I did not know I had. There is a lot of work to be done and I am happy to do it. At least, I'm happy to do it right now. Talk to me in six months. My tune may be mellower or even bluesy. The worst thing is that I know I'm setting myself up to be disappointed by people. As if I didn't bring enough pain on myself. I guess everyone needs a hobby.

Perhaps the DragonCon costume wallpapers were a bad idea. I find I spend too much time looking at them and not enough doing the important stuff. What is my fascination with women in costume? Best if I don't speculate on that right now. Instead, I'll just say I keep getting distracted when the Black Cat pictures come up.

Joe Schmo 2 is now over and done with. The ending was decent enough. It seemed a little rushed. This time there was no time spent talking to the "contestants" about their experience. Wish they had done that. I was really getting used to Amanda and Tim on my television. Hopefully this will be out on DVD soon so I can invite folks over to watch them. Picked up the first season at ConGlomeration by strange co-ink-ee-dink.

What else? Well, I started on chapter four of my novel rewrite. I discovered how hard it is to play computer game hockey when you can't see out of one eye. I've learned my favorite sandwich shop is likely going out of business in the next week or so. Rumors at work state the next lay-off is coming next Monday, so I might be out of a job just in time for DragonCon. And when Pizza Hut screws up a delivery order, they do it in style. (Someone somewhere was very upset to get my Breadsticks, I'm sure.)

Speaking of food... time to go eat, I think.

Haven't posted any sort of poll in a long, long time. Thought I'd get the general opinion of those who read these pages on some of my favorite, non-puppet, British television. Without so much ado and even less fanfare:


Feel free to comment away on anything (anyone) I forgot.

"Lord Voldemort has unleashed the Ten-plague upon the school. In order to combat it, Dumbledore has used a spell to clone Professor Snape nine times. Hagrid's not pleased."
"What did he say?"
"I quote, 'I'm tired of these muthafuckin Snapes on this muthafuckin plague!'"